Chapter 117 - 116 Guzhu Mountain

Chapter 117: Chapter 116 Guzhu MountainAt this moment, in the escape passage, the Fengdu Guards were still interrogating the Ghost Cultivator. Due to the opponent’s Artifact Spirit Skills, he even began to suspect that it was an inside job of embezzlement within the Luofu Group. Contrary to what outsiders might imagine, the Luofu Group was an enormous entity, wealthy and with extensive businesses, and its internal factions were by no means united in heart and purpose. At the headquarters, Luofu Mountain was situated high in the Great Void Dongtian, in which the Supreme True Ones focused on their cultivation in solitude and rarely inquired about worldly affairs. Beneath the headquarters at Luofu Mountain, numerous internal factions formed by various companies and enterprises were innumerable, like a forest of competing peaks. The True Talisman was an oddity unearthed by the "Expedition Ritual Power Development Company" and its backers in Zhuming Palace, in alliance with the Sky Surveillance Bureau, from the ruins of the Dao Sect. Due to its unique properties, it could help their backing factions gain more influence in a vital project at the Luofu headquarters. This object was like a cake: if Zhuming Palace and the Sky Surveillance Bureau had a larger slice, others would get less, and naturally, there were many who did not wish to see them succeed. Compared to external enemies, they were more wary of internal competitors. "Speak! Is it the Mysterious Dark Palace or the Yaozhen Hall?" He intensified the Ghost Flame, intending to burn away the deepest secrets of the Ghost Cultivator’s soul. "..." The divination symbol mask of the Ghost Cultivator had already begun to burn with flickers of flame, and the light within its soul shook incessantly, clearly in agony from the soul-burning Ghost Flame of the Fengdu Guards. But just as a crack appeared in the shattering divination symbol mask, triggering the forbidden spell hidden within, a sudden flash of ghostly light burst forth from the soul of the Ghost Cultivator. He then let out a wild roar and unleashed an extraordinary surge of power, breaking free from the hold of the Fengdu Guards. In the next instant, ghost shadows loomed, as a turbulent flow of gray-black deathly energy whirled, churning incessantly. With a piercing howl, he soared into the air, charging straight at the face of the Fengdu Guard. As the ghost shadow lunged, the Fengdu Guard’s body lit up with a transparent shield, laced with gray-black lines imbued with the aura of the Netherworld, in an attempt to block the attack. However, the astonishing power of the ghost shadow, stimulated by the Dark Hand’s forbidding spell, shattered the Spiritual Instrument Grade shield in an instant, and the armor pieces on his shoulder burst apart as well. Caught off guard, the Fengdu Guard could only raise his hand and use his own Spirit Qi to forcefully counter the ghost shadow. But just then, a beam of Spiritual Light shot through the air, striking precisely on the bursting armor, causing the Fengdu Guard to stumble. His shoulder’s armor exploded, revealing the flesh and blood beneath. From behind, the previously unconscious Martial Cultivator struggled to lift himself, his remaining right hand clutching a Spiritual Light gun. Blood gushed from his arm wound as he gritted his teeth, forcing his Spiritual Power to prepare for another shot. But the enraged Fengdu Guard blocked the ghost shadow with one hand while the other pointed a finger, blasting the Spiritual Light gun with a black ghostly light. Underworld Poison permeated the Martial Cultivator’s body, making him vomit blood and wilt, leaving him without the strength to resist. No matter how strong the Fengdu Guard was, or how good his equipment, he couldn’t multitask. As he dealt with the Martial Cultivator, the ghost shadow screamed and pounced on him, piercing through the Spirit Qi barrier and entering the flesh and blood behind the armor. "Ahhhhhh!!!!! Instantly, a chilling sense of icy deathly erosion spread, causing the Fengdu Guard to bellow in agony. He temporarily fell into madness, stomped the ground, and caused the nearby pools of blood and rocks to roil like waves, sending shock waves across, with rolling white mist spreading like a tide in all directions. —It was bad. Right now, with one arm already gone and poisoned by the Underworld, the Martial Cultivator felt utter despair. Whether the Fengdu Guard overpowered the invading ghost shadow or the ghost shadow took control of the Fengdu Guard’s body, he was doomed to die. Even if he used that card which should never be used... it would be useless. Even the shockwave right in front of him was too much for him to withstand; any moment now, he would be pulverized into a pile of flesh and blood. But just at that moment, a hand grabbed his collar and yanked him away. Instantly, he was dragged several streets away to the inside of a collapsed ruin. "Who are you?!" The Martial Cultivator was shocked and agitated, panicked and furious. Although he was weak enough to be dragged away, as soon as he steadied himself, he quickly spun around on guard and asked, "Who are you?!" "The one who wants to take on a Fengdu Guard with you." An Jing spoke directly, "You are the culprit who brought the Fengdu Guards here, aren’t you? Skip the nonsense. Watch for the right moment and cooperate with me. After we take down that Fengdu Guard, I will then ask you exactly what’s going on." "If you didn’t intentionally use the lives of the Black Market to hide yourself, I might spare you afterwards." "Spare me? How nobly obliging of you..." The Martial Cultivator had been sizing up An Jing solemnly, but suddenly, his brow relaxed, "So you’re from the Wilderness... Ha, don’t blame yourself for being affected. Even without me, these Black Market folks would have died. The Sky Surveillance Bureau can no longer tolerate the Mysterious Dark Palace seizing profits that don’t belong to them here. These damned large companies and collectives will seize every chance to strike." With these words, he looked in the direction of the Fengdu Guards and spoke gravely, "You have no part in this, no need to fight. After I die, the Fengdu Guards will surely claim credit using me. Once they leave, you can escape through the secret passage. The other Fengdu Guards probably won’t have time to catch you." "The people of the Mysterious Dark Palace are still resisting underground. They can hold out for half a day, no problem." "How did you know I’m from the Wilderness?" An Jing frowned, and the Martial Cultivator laughed, "I tried calling you just now with two different chips, but you didn’t respond at all. You must be chip-less, which means you are from the Wilderness, right?" "Kid, you’re too young to probably even know about our Guiyi Army." Having discerned An Jing’s age, the Martial Cultivator’s demeanor softened, and the wrinkles carved by the elements smoothed somewhat, "We are the Rebel Army hidden in the Wilderness, opposing these super corporations and Cultivation families." "Don’t worry, I have no intention to harm you. In the spirit of universal love, I swear not to deceive you." "Universal love?" An Jing blinked in surprise. Although he didn’t know what the Mysterious Dark Palace or the Guiyi Army really were, the former was likely a faction under the Xuandu Group, and the latter... it resonated with his memories from a previous life. "The inheritance of the Ink Saint of Guzhu Mountain?" Sword Spirit also caught on, "So it’s the Ink Saint’s legacy, no wonder it’s the Rebel Army." "I am doomed... Heh, as long as they don’t get it, that’s all that matters." The Martial Cultivator took a deep breath, as if he had realized something, and then with a smile he said to An Jing, "You can leave. After all, you are from the Wilderness, and they can’t track you down. I can create a chance for you to escape." "But you also have to promise me one thing..." [No, there’s no chance now.] Before the Martial Cultivator could finish speaking, a pitch-black iron hand reached the corner of the wall, its fingers squeezing tight, causing the steel-reinforced concrete to crack. A dark figure with eyes glowing crimson emerged from the shadows, its armored form regenerating grotesquely via black fleshy fibers at the shoulder wound, exuding a demonic malice. The resurrected Fengdu Guard gritted his teeth, voicing a curse from the depths of his soul: [All of you vermin deserve to die!]